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A ruin, a relic, a cut, removing stories. Train tracks, unfurling; a waiter, retreating; stillness, looping. Mechanisms whir. #1 My grandmother’s bedside drawer, itchy with rose. The locked door to the parents’ bedroom. A stranger’s packed case. A train journey. A coffin sliding towards the incinerator. Flowers at a roadside.
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